"I just think we should dress nice for dinner with the Captain," Robin said, standing at the sink in the bathroom, with the door ajar, in a beige satin slip that showed Michael the backside of a fine set of shapely athletic legs. He couldn't help but form an image in his mind of those legs, wrapped around his back as he rode her missionary...

"Yeah, sure, but..." Michael looked at himself in the mirror. He hadn't worn a suit for the entire trip; heck, it was kind of surprising that he'd even packed one. "This just seems..."

"You look handsome, Daddy!" Maggie beamed.

He turned to look at Maggie, his soon-to-be real daughter, who was wearing a pink Chiffon dress ringed in white lace. She looked beautiful, in a "pretty little princess" sort of way. In fact, she looked jaw-droppingly gorgeous, if you're into that sort of thing, which, of course, Michael was not. Not at all.

"You look beautiful, Maggie," he said, ignoring how the vision of her had made his heart skip. Charlie stood by his sister, looking very uncomfortable in a blue brass-buttoned sports coat and red clip-on tie. "You look handsome, too, Charlie," which wasn't altogether dishonest; while the suit looked awkward on the kid, Robin had obviously cleaned him up nicely. "But isn't this all a little bit of over-kill? I mean, it's just dinner..." Michael said, to Robin, or to nobody.

"No!" Maggie said loudly, with a big grin. "We should dress up!"

Robin smiled. "When the captain invites you to dine with him special, in the observation deck, it does seem appropriate to dress up, don't you think, Mike?"

"Yes!" Maggie beamed again.

"Okay..." Michael agreed, feeling a bit bewildered.

A moment later, Robin emerged, looking absolutely stunning in a beautiful floor-length blue dress that seemed form-fitted to her delightful body. Michael could only stare in wonder at the beautiful woman who somehow, incomprehensibly, had agreed to be his wife, while Maggie helped her with the zipper of the dress. He could, in all honesty, barely believe the good fortune that the fates had bestowed upon him. He never would have guessed or even dreamed, when he first ventured to join this mission, that he would meet a woman who he would consider his soul mate, the most beautiful and sexiest woman he'd ever known, and the love of his life, and now soon to be his wife as well. Nor could he have imagined that in the process, he would become the father of two such wonderful children as well.

He leaned down to straighten Charlie's tie, while Robin combed back Maggie's dark reddish-brown hair and put in a hairband with a white flower, which added to the immeasurable beauty of her round-cheeked, dimpled, smiling face. Once complete, the girl twirled to show him the totality of her outfit, and the dress filled and lifted and she looked like a magical ballerina.

"You both look so beautiful," Michael said with great reverence in his voice.

Both of the women, mother and daughter, smiled broadly. "And you two look so handsome!" Robin said.

They walked together, the four of them, to the observation deck, where they were to meet the captain to discuss their wedding plans. The captain had been pretty tickled, when they asked him to perform the service. In four trips across the inter-planetary ocean, he hadn't yet had the opportunity to perform a wedding. This would be his first. Michael had felt that the meeting to discuss the wedding plans was silly; let's just say our vows, sign the papers, and be done with it. But Robin felt that something more special than that was in order. Their marriage was a big deal, not just to them, not just to the colony, but even back on Earth. So they'd written up their vows, chose Jake to be Michael's witness, and one of Robin's new friends to be hers. They'd even Skyped with Robin's parents back on Earth, to introduce them to the man their daughter was to marry, the man who would be the new father to their grandchildren, the man that they would never meet in person.

But when they arrived at the observation deck, Michael was astounded to find that the room was full. The assembled crowd seemed to be the entire population of the ship, passengers, staff, and crew. A cheer went up as they walked into the room, and Maggie was clapping and grinning ear-to-ear.

"What the devil?!?" Michael whispered.

Maggie could hardly contain herself, literally jumping with joy. "We tricked you, Daddy! This is going to be your wedding!"

"Oh my God!"

Robin took his hand. "I hope you don't mind, Mike. It's just..."

"It was my idea!" Maggie said, taking his other hand, and, as a result, also causing any objections he might have had to disappear. "Mama and I plotted! And we kept it secret!"

"Maggie wanted to surprise you," Robin said.

"Well, it worked!" Michael was smiling now, almost as much as Maggie.

The crowd parted and the family walked to the front, by the windows overlooking the now-distant Earth, where the captain stood with the crew to either side of him, all in their best dress whites. Jake and Nancy, their witnesses, stood with them as well, and then Michael and Robin stepped before the Captain with Robin's children--their children! Michael's children!--at their side.

The captain spoke to the now-hushed crowd.

"Welcome, everyone, to the marriage of Michael Dubane and Robin Carlyle, to the uniting of these two families into one.” He had to pause while applause filled the room. "It is a great honor and privilege of the position I hold as captain of the Hi'iaka, to be able to perform this sacred service. I was very pleased when Robin and Michael asked me if I might perform the service. In the short time that we have been together on this mission, I've come to find that Michael is a man of dignity and honor, and Robin is a woman of remarkable intelligence, and a kind and loving mother. And their children..." He looked at Maggie and Charlie now. "...are perhaps the most entertaining passengers on this voyage. They have certainly kept myself and the crew quite busy." Laughter filled the room, particularly from the crew that stood with the captain.

"I offer this couple before me," he said, "my joy, my best of wishes, my hope and certainty of a happy life together. But I offer them no advice, beyond the usual: be kind to one another, even and especially in the face of adversity; do not ask that your spouse be perfect, but instead find joy in their imperfections, even if they sometimes grate on your nerves." More laughter wafted through the crowd. "Now I suppose the happy family would like me to stop talking and get on with the necessaries? I understand you have prepared vows."

Robin and Michael took each other's hands and turned to face each other.

"Michael Duane," Robin recited from memory, "my heart has had a hole in it that I never thought could be filled. And you have come into my life and filled it. I promise to do everything I can to be this for you as well, to be the one who fills a hole in your heart. I promise to love you unconditionally, to respect you, to hold you, for the rest of our lives."

"Robin Carlyle," Michael started, then stopped. "I'm afraid that I don't..." Right then, Maggie stood up on her tip-toes and whispered in his ear. He smiled at her. "It seems that Maggie has my vows memorized better than me!" This brought forth another round of laughter, from Robin, the captain, and everyone else in attendance.

"Robin Carlyle," he started again, "I pledge to you my heart and my soul, I offer you all that I have to give, I promise to be as good a husband to you as I can be, and as good a father to Maggie and Charlie as I can be, and to love you and respect you and hold you forever."

The captain cleared his throat to speak, but before he could say a word, Maggie stepped forward and whispered something to him; he leaned down so that he could hear.

"It seems that Maggie has prepared some vows as well."

Then little Maggie, looking so strikingly beautiful with her flower headband holding back her dark hair, and her round cheeks glowing with blush, and her bright brown eyes shining, turned to Michael, and said,

"Daddy,"

"I hope that you can see,
"How happy we are that you made us your family.
"I promise I'll always do my part,
"To welcome you with all my heart.
"I love you so much, I just can't hide,
"The feelings you give me deep inside.
"Because for me you do such nice things,
"I promise to be the daughter of your dreams.
"And I know that you will always be,
"A good husband for Mama,
"A good father for Charlie,
"And a very special daddy, just for me."

Even the captain, a stout, broad-shouldered man and pleasant enough, but definitely of the steel-edged military sort, had to wipe away a tear before he said the final vows.

"Do you, Robin Carlyle, take this man, Michael Dubane, to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live?"

"I do," Robin said in an unsteady voice, but with a broad smile.

"And do you, Michael Dubane, take this woman, Robin Carlyle, to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live? And..." He extemporized another line before Michael had a chance to answer. "...do you promise to be a good and loving father to Maggie and Charlie?"

Michael smiled at him, then at Charlie and Maggie, and then at Robin. "I do."

"Then by the power vested in me as the captain of the Hi'iaka, I pronounce you 'husband and wife.'"

A cheer went up from the assembled, and streamers, as Michael and Robin gave each other the official marriage kiss. And then the staff of the Hi'iaka brought out tables, with white linen, and chairs, and a feast was served, as best the kitchen staff could prepare with their limited resources. Robin had told them that Michael's favorite meal was roast beef with Yorkshire pudding, and they were able to serve a reasonable facsimile thereof. When the food was eaten, a cart was rolled into the room with cake enough for everyone, and another cart with champagne, and sparkling juice for the kids, though Michael did let Maggie have a sip or two of his wine. Then the tables were removed and an impromptu dance floor formed, with one of the passengers serving as DJ. Michael and Robin danced the first dance, of course, to Robin's favorite love song, the King crooning out in his perfect melodious voice, "I can't help, falling in love with you." Both Robin and Michael cried for the entire song.

Then Michael danced with Maggie, to Loudon Wainwright's beautiful tear-jerker, "Daughter," which left not a dry eye in the entire house. Next Charlie and Robin joined them for Louis Armstrong's "What a Wonderful World." And then, everyone danced, until late in the evening.

"Kids," Robin said, when they were finally back in the family room at their pod, and the kids were in their pjs and ready for bed, "now that Michael and I are married, he'll be staying here, with us. He'll be sleeping in my bed with me." Maggie nodded, understanding her mother's point. Charlie seemed to not much care one way or the other, just climbing into bed, his eyes barely open. "I've told you before what men and women do, when they're in bed together, right?"

Charlie nodded sleepily, but Maggie exclaimed "Yes, Mama!" with a sense of excitement in her voice, like she seemed to be saying, Now go and do it, would you?!?

"Michael and I will do that tonight," she said. "You might want to try to go to sleep in the next few minutes, but if you're still awake, that's okay. What we're doing is normal and natural and it's what men and women do when they're in love, so there's nothing about it to be ashamed of. Nothing to worry about."

"We know, Mom!" Maggie said with a big smile.

"Okay then," Robin said. "Michael won't be able to read you a story tonight. You two go to sleep now, and we will see you in the morning."

"Okay Mama!"

In the dim light of their bedroom a few minutes later, Robin and Michael undressed each other. Once naked, Michael sat on the edge of their bed and pulled his new wife to him, and he began nuzzling into her soft, warm breasts. She cupped a breast in her hand and lifted it to his anxious mouth, and he took her nipple between his lips. After suckling for a minute, he lifted away and turned to her other breast, and she cradled this one for him while he nursed.

Then she knelt between his legs and kissed his cock, up and down his shaft, then lower, covering his balls with sweet little pecks. She stood and climbed onto the bed and dropped down onto her elbows and knees with her ass up in the air.

"Fuck me," she whispered hoarsely over her shoulder to him, "my big strong beautiful husband, my 'very special daddy.' Fuck me and own me! I'm yours, entirely!"

He knelt behind her and entered her, holding her hips and rocking as his cock delved deep into her wonderful wet cunt. The last dance of their wedding night, in their marriage bed. The bedroom dance.

He took his time, setting a forceful but measured pace, before he finally finished, unloading pump after pump of seed into his new wife.

They lay together afterwards, holding each other and whispering their love between kisses, when suddenly a little voice spoke up from beside them.

"Can I have some storytime, now that you guys are done?"

Michael could see Robin smile in the dim light. "Of course, Maggie," she said. With a small nod to modesty, she pulled the bedsheet over her naked body, and over Michael's as well, concealing his happily limp, still-tingling cock from the girl but otherwise leaving him mostly bare.

Their copy of The Two Towers in hand, Maggie climbed into her parent’s bed with them, lying down next to her new father. She handed him the book and he began reading as she snuggled against his bare chest.

A few minutes later, Robin's eyes were closed and she was breathing deep, in a slow rhythmic pulse. Maggie waited a minute or two longer, wanting to make certain that her mother was asleep, and then slipped her little hand down under the bedsheet. Michael continued to read, in a soft melodious tone, while she explored, fingers dancing lightly through his belly hair, and down, down further, gently petting the trimmed hair above his cock.

"It's small," she whispered, when her curious fingers finally found the object they'd been searching for.

"Yeah, he gets that way, after..."

"After you fuck?"

"Well, yeah, after I cum."

"I've never felt him small before." her fingers traced down, from his head, to his base. There, at the juncture of his shaft and his scrotum, she made little swirls with her fingertips. "It's still wet. From Mama?"

"Yeah."

"And sticky." Still making little circles at the base of his cock, she added in thoughtful whisper, "My fingers get sticky, too." Then she moved her hand down further, softly petting his ballsack. With the curiosity of an inexperienced lover and a fledgling scientist, she explored each testicle, feeling their size and shape.

By now his cock was swelling, and bumping against her wrist. She smiled, then ran her cool little fingers up the length of him, from his balls to his thickening head. "It's big again," she whispered.

Michael reached his hand down, to put an end to her tactile play. "Maggie..." he whispered, intending to add, we can't be doing this, not with your mom right next to us in bed, not on our wedding night... This was putting at jeopardy all that he had dreamed of for the future, not just his relationship with Robin, and Charlie, but even his relationship with Maggie herself. It's true, he knew, that Robin had told him that it was okay for Maggie to play and practice, so long as it progressed--or didn't progress--at Maggie's speed. And this was clearly Maggie's usual play and practice, and he wasn't pressuring her at all. But, he had already wondered more than once, did Robin really mean what she said? Would she actually be okay, if she were to walk in on them, or worse yet, wake up on their wedding night, to him and Maggie masturbating each other? To Maggie giving him a blow job? To the two of them having sex?

Because, he knew, though he could barely admit it to himself, he very badly wanted to fuck the girl, and she would let him. No, more than that--she wanted it, too, just as badly as he did.

Yes, best put an end to this, right now.

"Maggie..." he whispered again. But as his hand made contact with hers, down under the bedsheet, he felt her wrap her cool little fingers around his shaft. He felt her begin to pump her little fist, uncertain what to do but wanting so very badly to learn.

"Oh, Maggie," his words changed from protest to pleasure, from rebuke to breathlessness. His hand joined hers, now with no intention to put an end to this but instead making his own fist around hers and helping her, teaching her how to jack a man.

With some sort of nod to normality, if any of this could be considered normal, he went back to The Two Towers, reading the book as if there was nothing happening down between his legs. As if their hands weren't together masturbating him, as if she wasn't, oh God, she is! slipping her other hand down her own panties, masturbating herself while they both masturbated him.

"Tell me a story, Daddy," she whispered, interrupting his reading. "The one about a girl and her new daddy."

"Okay sweetheart..." He readily agreed, putting the book down. "Once upon a time there was a daddy and his babygirl..."

"Umm hummmm..." She had her head resting against his chest, looking down at the steady rustling of the bedsheet where their hands were working together on his cock.

"And his babygirl was using her hand to make him feel good."

"Really? Does her hand really make him feel good?"

"Oh God yes, it felt so good for him, to have his babygirl stroking his cock."

"Mmm," she whispered.

"And while she stroked her daddy's cock, she played with her pussy."

Maggie turned onto her side, pressing her whole body against him. "It feels good, when she plays with her pussy."

"Her daddy loves it when she plays with her pussy."

She lifted a leg, pressing her sex against his hip. "Maybe... maybe she should kiss her daddy's cock?"

"He wants… oh God he wanted his babygirl to kiss his cock, but... it probably wasn't a good time to..."

"'Cause her mommy's asleep in bed with them?”

"Right."

Maggie was rubbing herself against him now, humping his hip. "But it's okay if she uses her hand?"

"I'm... I'm... He's not sure... But... he doesn't want her to stop..."

"She doesn't want to stop. Is her daddy gonna..." Maggie was rubbing herself vigorously and humping hard against his leg. "Is he gonna ejaculate?"

"Oh baby!" was all he was able to say for an answer.

"Is her daddy gonna... gonna call her a whore... when he ejaculates? Like Sean does with the cheerleader?"

"Does his babygirl want him to call her a whore?"

Her breath was quick and shallow, as she answered, "I think she'd like that, I think she... I think she wants to be his whore."

"Oh Maggie my little whore! Oh Maggie!"

"I'm your little whore, Daddy!" she whispered, her legs shaking, his legs shaking, her pussy rubbing hard against him.

"Oh my God," he whispered back as the first shot of cum fired up his belly, "Oh fuck, you're a whore, Maggie, you're my perfect little whore!"

They lay together, breathing hard, coming down from their mutual orgasm. After a half a minute, Maggie let go of his limpening cock and slid her hand up, running her fingers through his semen-soaked belly hair. She lifted her fingers up to her mouth and sucked them.

"Then her daddy's little whore tasted his cum for the first time," she whispered.

"Oh Maggie," he whispered, running his fingers through her hair as she lay with her head on his chest.

"And... and she likes it. She likes the way it tastes."

"Oh baby..."

She reached down and gathered some more of his cum on her fingers and licked them again. She left her fingers in her mouth, sucking them, breathing deep and rhythmically.

Michael awoke in the early hours of the morning to find Robin snuggled up against him on his left side, and Maggie against him on his right. Robin opened her eyes and smiled at him.

"Hello, new husband."

He smiled back. "Hello, new wife!"

"It looks like Maggie fell asleep in our bed..."

"Yeah, I'm sure she was really tired after last night."

"I hope you don't mind," Robin said.

"Nah, it's sweet."

She lifted the bedsheet, looking under it, and giggling. "You're still naked! Maggie must have really enjoyed that."

He chuckled. "I suppose."

She slipped her hand down the covers. "I know I do." Her fingers slid over his chest, and down.

"Looks like you're still naked, too," he said, putting a hand on a bare breast.

"You know," she said, now stroking his cock to fullness, "I bet Maggie wouldn't mind if we make a little early morning love."

"I doubt it. But you don't mind? I mean, she's just right here..."

"No," she said, rolling over onto her side with her backside facing towards him, "I think it's sorta hot."

He rolled on to his side, his now-hard cock poking at her ass. "I do, too."

She wiggled her body, getting into position. "I know you do!" She licked her fingers, reached down and wetted her pussy lips, then lifted her leg and helped his cock find its mark.

It took a few strokes for her to be fully lubricated, but soon Michael was all the way inside, his cock enveloped in his new wife's velvet wetness, and she let out a little moan, "Oh, Daddy, fuck me!" As he pumped in and out of her, he felt a little hand surreptitiously reach over, from behind him, onto his hip. Maggie was silent as she joined their lovemaking in her own little way, and when he lifted his leg, she seemed to understand what he was inviting her to do, and reached down, under his ass and between his legs, until her fingers were tickling the underside of his ballsack while he made love to her mother.

He reached his own hands out, wrapping them around Robin and taking hold of her breasts, squeezing, pinching her nipples, and she began to cum, groaning, "Oh Daddy!" as his own orgasm boiled.

"Oh, fuck," he said coarsely in her ear, "you're a little whore, Robin. You're a whore!"

"Yes, Daddy, yes! I'm your wife and your whore! Cum inside me Daddy!"

He lay back, when he was finished, naked, sweating, grinning broadly. Maggie just immediately snuggled up to him, wrapping a leg around him and pressing her pubic mound against his leg. The three of them fell asleep again, and slept until the late hours of the morning of the second official day of their wonderful little family.

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For the next chapter in this story, see The Voyage of a Lifetime, Chapter Seven.

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